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small keeps creating some really sexy dresses and outfits. This one is called called small Topette. It offers so much! Beautiful transparencies, amazingly detailed 2k textures, Pre-pbr viewers that automatically rezz the pre-PBR (Blinn Phong) textures! (Versus default white!)
Fits: Petitex, Larax, Lega, Perky, Bombshell, Reborn, Reborn Squish, Waifu, Nhuma, Petiote. You will find this gem at the Cosmopolitan Event. Here is your ride: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/No%20Comment/128/128/22
Electric Light Orchestra - Telephone Line
www.youtube.com/watch?v=77R1Wp6Y_5Y&list=RD77R1Wp6Y_5...
Hey, how you feelin'?
Are you still the same, don't you realize the things we did
We did were all for real, not a dream
I just can't believe they've all faded out
Of view, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh
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small Topette
Available at the Cosmopolitan Event. Here is your ride: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/No%20Comment/128/128/22
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Prompt: Create a digital fine art of a 1970 emerald green Dodge Charger muscle car with supercharger, create a wide-camera view composition in a horizontal aspect ratio (16:9), showcasing the car in a dramatic three-quarter front angle. The vehicle features a glossy emerald green body with dual white racing stripes running from the front bumper over the hood and roof to the rear, aggressive front grille, hood scoop, aerodynamic body kit, flared wheel arches, and polished multi-spoke performance rims with low-profile tires. Preserve the muscular stance, lowered suspension, and classic fastback silhouette while enhancing fine surface reflections and ultra-detailed textures.
Place the car on a dark cobblestone surface with a subtle cinematic studio-style background fading into deep charcoal tones. Use professional automotive photography lighting: soft diffused key light from the front-left, subtle rim light outlining the body contours, realistic reflections on the paintwork, and soft shadow under the chassis. Emphasize high-gloss paint reflections, metallic highlights, crisp tire tread details, and precise chrome accents.
Style: digital fine art, ultra-realistic rendering, hyper-detailed materials, sharp focus, high dynamic range, cinematic color grading, dramatic contrast. 6K resolution quality, extremely detailed, professional automotive showcase aesthetic, clean background, no people, no motion blur, sharp clarity across the entire vehicle.
This digital fine art was created using OpenAI Sora AI and Photoshop
Created with Midjourney AI engine.
Prompt: watercolor wet on wet painting of closeup macro white and orange daffodil on white background soft delicate tones in the style of Guo Pei --ar 1:1 --v 5.1
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Created by Yokohama-born glass artist Mari Noguchi (Dec. 2011).
Three towers and two arches above the escalators at Yokohama Porta’s bustling entrance. From this angle, they appear as a striking work of glass art, wrapped in prism-like light.
Originally created for an exhibition of the photographer platform Kamerata in Zwolle. Unfortunately the lockdown put a hold to that.
The original idea came to me for last year's exhibition (that was also cancelled) with the theme Freedom.
The final image is a combination of two shots, I would have liked to use just one but on the one with the nice sparks the flash did not fire :-(
Created for Photoshop Contest: Sunset
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Many thanks to Jaci for sharing her beautiful source:
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Woman photo source created in DDG Text 2 Dream.
All blending, texture and color modifications were done in PS Beta 2023 using three layers of Neural filters, hand painting, and then a final change in Flickr adjustments.
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Created in DDG Text 2 Dream using its "Artistic" Ai model.
Filters: PS2023 and Topaz DeNoise Ai and Topaz Studio.
A tiny bit of hand painting in PS.
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For my friend NatuurfotoRien/Rien in Holland, who loves corvids.
I had this odd notion that when I retire I would carve a totem pole, and so over the years, I learned more and more about northwest coast art, culture, and carving. One of the pieces I studied was this - a huge cedar sculpture carved by the great sculptor, Bill Reid, to whom the telling of this ancient story is credited.
Bill Reid was a Haida indian (Haida is their word for “human”). The Haida tribe lives in the Queen Charlotte Islands off the coast of northern Canada (below Alaska), in a special place they call Haida Gwaii. Bill is widely credited for reviving the arts of the northwest coast - he was an amazing sculptor. I am disappointed I will never meet him.
The northwest coast tribes have many gods - all animals. Raven is the Haida equivalent of “fox”. Tricky, playful, smart, inquisitive - these are all qualities of Raven, whose play and trickery created the stars in the sky, the sun, the ocean and man.
The man-size (literally) sculpture is inside the University of British Columbia museum in Vancouver, Canada. When it was installed, Bill had the children of Haida Gwaii come to the installation - each with bottles of sand from the beach at Haida Gwaii, so Raven, could be installed in his native soil.
Here is his telling of their genesis myth - one of the most sacred stories in Haida culture:
The Story of the Raven Creating Man by Bill Reid
The great flood which had covered the earth for so long had receded, and even the thin strip of sand now called Rose Spit, stretching north from Naikun village lay dry. The Raven had flown there to gorge himself on the delicacies left by the receding water, so for once he wasn't hungry. But his other appetites - lust, curiosity and the unquenchable itch to meddle and provoke things, to play tricks on the world and its creatures - these remained unsatisfied.
He had recently stolen the light from the old man who kept it hidden in a box in his house in the middle of the darkness, and had scattered it throughout the sky. The new light spattered the night with stars and waxed and wane in the shape of the moon. And it dazzled the day with a single bright shining which lit up the long beach that curved from the spit beneath Raven's feet westward as far as Tao Hill. Pretty as it was, it looked lifeless and so to the Raven quite boring. He gave a great sigh, crossed his wings behind his back and walked along the sand, his shiny head cocked, his sharp eyes and ears alert for any unusual sight or sound. Then taking to the air, he called petulantly out to the empty sky. To his delight, he heard an answering cry - or to describe it more closely, a muffled squeak.
At first he saw nothing, but as he scanned the beach again, a white flash caught his eye, and when he landed he found at his feet, buried in the sand, a gigantic clamshell. When he looked more closely still, he saw that the shell was full of little creatures cowering in terror of his enormous shadow.
Well, here was something to break the monotony of his day. But nothing was going to happen as long as the tiny things stayed in the shell, and they certainly weren't coming out in their present terrified state. So the Raven leaned his great head close to the shell, and with the smooth trickster's tongue that had got him into and out of so many misadventures during his troubled and troublesome existence, he coaxed and cajoled and coerced the little creatures to come out and play in his wonderful, shiny new world. As you know the Raven speaks in two voices, one harsh and strident, and the other, which he used now, a seductive bell-like croon which seems to come from the depths of the sea, or out of the cave where the winds are born. It is an irresistible sound, one of the loveliest sounds in the world. So it wasn't long before one and then another of the little shell-dwellers timidly emerged. Some of them immediately scurried back when they saw the immensity of the sea and the sky, and the overwhelming blackness of the Raven. But eventually curiosity overcame caution and all of them had crept or scrambled out. Very strange creatures they were: two-legged like the Raven, but there the resemblance ended. They had no glossy feathers, no thrusting beak. Their skin was pale, and they were naked except for the long black hair on their round, flat-featured heads. Instead of strong wings, they had thin stick-like appendages that waved, and fluttered constantly. They were the original Haidas, the first humans.
For a long time the Raven amused himself with his new playthings, watching them as they explored their much expanded-world. Sometimes they helped one another in their new discoveries. Just as often, they squabbled over some novelty they found on the beach. And the Raven taught them some clever tricks, at which they proved remarkably adept. But the Raven's attention span was brief, and he grew tired of his small companions. For one thing, they were all males. He had looked up and down the beach for female creatures, hoping to make the game more interesting, but females were nowhere to be found. He was about to shove the now tired, demanding and quite annoying little creatures back into their shell and forget about them when suddenly - as happens so often with the Raven - he had an idea.
He picked up the men, and in spite of their struggles and cries of fright he put them on his broad back, where they hid themselves among his feathers. Then the Raven spread his wings and flew to North Island. the tide was low, and the rocks, as he had expected, were covered with those large but soft-lipped molluscs known as red chitons. The Raven shook himself gently, and the men slid down his back to the sand. The he flew to the rock and with his strong beak pried a chiton from its surface.
Now, if any of you have ever examined the underside of a chiton, you may begin to understand what the Raven had in his libidinous, devious mind. He threw back his head and flung the chiton at the nearest of the men. His aim was as unerring as only a great magician's can be, and the chiton found its mark in the delicate groin of the startled, shell-born creature. There the chiton attached itself firmly. Then as sudden as spray hitting the rocks from a breaking wave, a shower of chitons broke over the wide-eyed humans, as each of the open-mouthed shellfish flew inexorably to its target.
Nothing quite like this had ever happened to the men. They had never dreamed of such a thing during their long stay in the clamshell. They were astounded, embarrassed, confused by a rush of new emotions and sensations. They shuffled and squirmed, uncertain whether it was pleasure or pain they were experiencing. They threw themselves down on the beach, where a great storm seemed to break over them, followed just as suddenly by a profound calm. One by one the chitons dropped off. The men staggered to their feet and headed slowly down the beach, followed by the raucous laughter of the Raven, echoing all the way to the great island to the north which we now call Prince of Wales.
That first troop of male humans soon disappeared behind the nearest headland, passing out of the games of the Raven and the story of humankind. Whether they found their way back to the shell, or lived out their lives elsewhere, or perished in the strange environment in which they found themselves, nobody remembers, and perhaps nobody cares. They had played their roles and gone their way.
Meanwhile the chitons had made their way back to the rock, where they attached themselves as before. But they too had been changed. As high tide followed low and the great storms of winter gave way to the softer rains and warm sun of spring, the chitons grew and grew, many times larger than their kind had ever been before. Their jointed shells seemed about to fly apart from the enormous pressure within them. And one day a huge wave swept over the rock, tore them from their footholds and carried them back to the beach. As the water receded and the warm sun dried the sand, a great stirring began among the chitons. From each emerged a brown skinned, black-haired human. This time there were both males and females among them, and the Raven could begin his greatest game: the one that still goes on.
They were no timid shell-dwellers these, but children of the wild coast, born between the sea and land, challenging the strength of the stormy North Pacific and wresting from it rich livelihood. Their descendants built on its beaches the strong, beautiful homes of the Haidas and embellished them with the powerful heraldic carvings that told of the legendary beginnings of great families, all the heros and heroines and the gallant beasts and monsters who shaped their world and their destinies. For many generations they grew and flourished, built and created, fought and destroyed, living according to the changing seasons and the unchanging rituals of their rich and complex lives.
It's nearly over now. Most of the villages are abandoned, and those which have not entirely vanished lie in ruins. The people who remain are changed. The sea has lost much of its richness, and great areas of land itself lie in waste. Perhaps it's time the Raven started looking for another clamshell.
Created for Artistic Manipulation Group's Mixmaster Challenge #68.
CHEF clabudak is sending us on a surreal journey!
➤ Your image must be surreal.
➤ Include a bird or birds.
➤ Also at least one human.
➤ And use texture.
➤ NO animals except the bird(s).
Credits: man, bird, sky, grass all mine; fence, sign board and woman via PixelSquid.com; tree via Textures.com; Flypaper texture.
Created for Down Under Challenge
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With thanks to Nekane for Hortensia
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Plus Plumbago
Created for the Kreative People Group Contest Event Poster
St. Swithin's Day is the 15 July. According to folklore if it rains on St. Swithin’s Day, it will rain for 40 days, but if it is fair, 40 days of fair weather will follow. The attendees at this conference will obviously be hoping for rain on the day!
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Created for the Artistic Manipulation Group's MIXMASTER CHALLENGE #12 with Chef Temari's recipe:
➤ Your image must contain a HUMAN FACE (as in no mannequins) prominently featured. (If you include more of the body than just the face, it should be minimized in importance.)
➤ Your image must contain from 1-3 birds OR 1-3 wild animals and ...
➤ at least 1 of the Four Elements (Earth, Water, Air, Fire) and ...
➤ at least 80% should be warm colors (reds/oranges/yellows/blends) but ...
➤ NO GRASS!
Also entered in Angie's Animal Antics Challenge No 11 – Wild Animals .
Credits: the face is from Pixabay; the tiger and background are mine; and the flame brushes are from photoshopfreebrushes.com.
Created this stitching 4 photos together in Lightroom.
We were driving from Bourg St Maurice to Beaufort via the Cormet de Roseland, we decided to take the even more scenic route, cross the dam and head down to Areches. I had never been on this side of the lake before, and the views are just incredible, one of my new favourite spots!
What do you think?
Created in Bing, edited in Topaz
Thank you to all my followers for your support, encouragement, likes and favs.
Created for the Magnificent Manipulated Masterpieces 113th MMM WHATS IN THE SKY Challenge
Using images from Pixabay